you wanna fight just say We uppercut MC's like sugar Ray Hot like Cairo, hot like Mars But I want houses and I want cars So I spit verses and I spit
[Curren$y] Ray Leather on my Hoosiers Drag strips slits rare, the barracuda Them niggas ain't shit, jus muthafuckin' poo poo Sissy ass zero, muthafuccin
got rhythm but her freak got freed That's insignificant but this take heed They say I'm pretty like Clay is, bright like the day is Beats from my fleet be sweet like Sugar Ray
so neat I can't be beat call my one time I'm so famous I'm so sweet I'm so fashon, I'm divine I'm so famous I'm so sweet I'm so neat I can't be beat
dude Stuck delivery, took all his Chinese food I'm so good but bad, I'm so kind but rude Americas most wanted, should have signed a Q Plus its savage
to talk about you, know about the little things you talk about think you know me pretty well then i know its almost hell only move for money thats the way its
. Dre hey hey a plane went down today the entire cast of Friends found floating in the bay fuck yeah, hooray! cancer killed the guy from sugar ray hey hey, its
dad robbie ray: night luv you miley: luv ya ( mileys dream ) robby ray:MILLLLEEYYY! were is that useless free loader!? Miley: right here daddy robby ray
ooh baby love me right , so let me love you till you get it right , why cant you let the others be , cause with you is where I got to be , ooh sugar ,
mirror, money your life I'm the dandy highway man so sick of easy fashion The clumsy boots peek a boo roots that people think so dashing So whats the
wanna fight just say We uppercut MC's like sugar Ray Hot like Cairo, hot like Mars But i want houses and i want cars So i spit verses and i spit bars
(feat. Nesby Phips) [Curren$y] Ray Leather on my Hoosiers Drag strips slits rare, the barracuda Them niggas ain't shit, jus muthafuckin' poo poo Sissy
so famous I'm so sweet I'm so neat I can't be beat call my one time I'm so fashon, I'm divine I'm so famous I'm so sweet I'm so neat I can't be beat
and Ill get the story book (Mom) You all tucked in (Kid) Yea [Verse1:] Heres the story About a little boy who wasnt so bad Stylin but he feelin so sad
The back pockets are stuck with nothin' in 'em, yeah Except my beeper number, rubbin' all my lumber so I cannot slumber Makes me sick like an earthquake So
Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps So she can tell the stories to the girls back home She went to the city and got so so so ditty She had to
so famous I'm so sweet I'm so neat I can't be beat call my one time I'm so fashon, I'm divine I'm so famous I'm so sweet I'm so neat I can't be beat call
